Prince of Tennis: Shocking! Hyotei's Demon King is a Yukimura fangirl!

Chapter 127 Regret for Tezuka, Deceiving Stone

A mocking smile curled at the corners of Wang Yueling's lips.

Humph.

The Kanto Tournament's "Dual Division Battle" is the best example.

Everyone knew that Tezuka's elbow was seriously injured, but no one really stopped him, and no one strongly advocated for a truce for him.

Oishi and Fuji were fully aware of the severity of his injuries and that this deadly battle would cripple his arm and ruin his future.

But what about them?

They just watched from the sidelines, saying things like "Tezuka, do your best" and "We believe in you," which were rather meaningless.

But no one strongly advised him to withdraw, no one stepped forward to help him carry the game, and no one was truly worried about his future.

After losing the match, instead of reflecting on why Tezuka fought so hard despite his injury, or showing concern for his arm, they collectively blamed Atobe for his unsportsmanlike fighting style and for deliberately wearing Tezuka down.

How ridiculous.

This is nothing more than the coward's "self-preservation".

Not daring to blame themselves, the coach, or the team's unreasonable arrangements, they could only push all the blame onto the opponents. From beginning to end, no one truly cared about Tezuka's body or his dreams.

This so-called sacrifice for the team is utterly foolish.

"The one who killed the king's horse was just by the roadside."

Tezuka Kunimitsu was an official propped up by the "pillars of Seigaku," and his injured elbow was like the horse that died from overwork. He thought that by betting his future, he could pave the way for Seigaku to the top.

However, when one horse falls, a new horse will always be pushed into that position.

Today he's on a pedestal, tomorrow he might be in hell.

Tezuka lacked his own opinions and became trapped in this endless cycle of self-sacrifice.

Sadly.

On the contrary, it was Echizen Ryoma, the "next pillar of Seigaku" on whom he placed high hopes.

She's much smarter than him.

They don't fall for Seigaku's manipulative tactics at all.

After all, with a father like Echizen Nanjiro guiding him, how could he possibly fail here?

Therefore, the only one who was stupid was Tezuka Kunimitsu.

"Mochizuki-kun?"

Daishi's voice pulled Mochizuki Ryo back to reality. He blinked, released his grip, and still wore a gentle smile. "Sorry, I was a little distracted just now."

Tezuka's gaze fell on his face, then he looked down at his right elbow, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

He clearly felt that when Mochizuki Ryo shook his hand, her gaze lingered on his elbow. That look carried an indescribable mix of regret and mockery, as if she knew something.

"That's exactly what you think."

As if reading his mind, Mochizuki Ryo deliberately said something, then shook her head with a smile, "I was just kidding. I just thought Tezuka-kun's right hand was very strong, he'd probably be great at tennis, I look forward to having the chance to play against him sometime."

Tezuka's heart skipped a beat, and he quietly clenched his left hand. He just gave him a deep look and didn't ask any more questions.

"Atobe-kun." He turned to Atobe, his tone still calm, "I look forward to facing Hyotei in the Kanto Tournament."

"Ah, well, you'd better be prepared." Atobe raised his chin, a hint of fighting spirit flashing in his icy blue eyes. "When the time comes, I won't hold back."

"Go ahead and go without hesitation."

Tezuka looked at him, speaking very slowly with no inflection in his tone.

A burst of hearty laughter came from the side.

"What a lucky day!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw two boys in white shirts walking towards them.

The boy walking in front was very tall, with striking short orange-red hair, a silver round earring in his left ear, and a bright smile that revealed eight white teeth. The top two buttons of his shirt were undone, and the sleeves were casually rolled up to his forearms, giving him a relaxed and sunny vibe.

The boy following behind him had his black spiky hair neatly combed, and his shirt was buttoned up tightly, making him look refined and reliable.

It turns out to be Sengoku Seijun and Minami Kentaro of Yamabuki.

As Sengoku walked, he continued talking to Minami Kentaro.

"That junior from Rikkai University I saw over at the teaching building was so cute," he said in a low voice, his eyes sparkling. "I definitely have to ask her name after the lottery."

"Sengoku, we're here to draw lots, not to see the girls," Kentaro Minami said helplessly.

"Oh, drawing lots and looking at beautiful women at the same time, right?" Sengoku waved his hand, then spotted them at a glance, his eyes lit up, and he quickly walked over.

"Lucky! I never expected to run into Hyotei and Seigaku here!"

"Sengoku-kun, Minami-kun." Daishi waved to them with a smile.

"Hey, young master, you're all dressed up today too!" Sengoku greeted the two Seigaku members with a smile, then walked up to Atobe and patted him on the shoulder in a nonchalant manner, completely ignoring Atobe's face, which darkened instantly.

Atobe slapped his hand away, straightened his wrinkled shirt, and said coldly, "Sengoku Kiyosumi, don't touch my clothes with your unglamorous hands."

"Don't be so serious."

Sengoku's gaze swept over Atobe first, then he whistled, "When I came in just now, I saw several girls from Rikkai University talking about you. They said you're even prettier than in the magazines."

Atobe's expression softened slightly; he gave a soft hum and raised his chin.

"That's for sure. My extravagance is universally acknowledged."

Sengoku smiled, then turned his gaze to Mochizuki Ryou beside him, his eyes lighting up as if he had discovered a new continent.

He looked Mochizuki Ryo up and down, his tone full of curiosity. "Wow! You must be Mochizuki Ryo, the new substitute coach at Hyotei. I'm Sengoku Kiyosumi from Yamabuki Middle School! I've heard so much about you!"

Before Wang Yueling could react, he familiarly moved closer, grabbed his hand enthusiastically, and shook it vigorously. "I've heard so many rumors about you! I didn't expect you to be even more handsome in person than the rumors say!"

Mochizuki Ryo was taken aback by his sudden enthusiasm. He knew that Sengoku was a natural-born "social terrorist," but he didn't expect him to be this "terrorist."

"Hello, Sengoku-kun." He turned slightly to the side, subtly creating a small distance, while maintaining his elegant smile.

"Let me tell you, right now every school tennis club in Tokyo is talking about you!"

Sengoku's voice was loud, attracting the attention of many people around him. "They say you single-handedly took down two hundred members at Hyotei. They also say you have a particularly sharp tongue, capable of making people cry with your words. Some even say you have magic, able to make tennis balls curve by themselves. Some even say you can summon lightning to strike your opponent's racket!"

He became more and more excited as he spoke, his eyes wide open. "Tell me quickly, is all of this true?"

Looking into Sengoku's sparkling eyes, Wang Yueling felt a mischievous urge surge within him. He cleared his throat, put on a serious expression, and nodded. "Yes, it's all true."

"But not two hundred, it was two hundred and twenty-eight. The regulars from Hyotei happened to be there that day, so we took care of them all at once."

"She's really sharp-tongued."

Wang Yueling sighed dramatically, then made up a story with a helpless expression, "Actually, I don't want to either, but every time I see someone playing basketball without thinking, I can't help but say something. Last time, I scolded a first-year student so much that he cried and quit the club the next day."

"Wow!" Sengoku exclaimed, his eyes wide. "That's amazing! How did you summon lightning? Did you chant a spell?"

"certainly."

Wang Yueling maintained a serious expression and said solemnly, "However, the incantation is a family heirloom and cannot be told to outsiders casually."

"Besides, summoning lightning consumes a lot of stamina, so I usually don't use it in matches. Last time, an opponent deliberately hit Atobe with a ball, and I only used it once, which directly split his racket in two."

"Oh My God!"

Sengoku's eyes widened, and his mouth gaped open enough to fit an egg. "Lucky! I actually met a real magician! What about making a tennis ball curve by itself? Is that magic too?"

I guess so.

Wang Yueling stroked her chin, continuing her charade with feigned mystery, "I grew up in France and learned it from an old gypsy woman. By simply dripping a drop of my blood onto a tennis ball, I can control its trajectory."

"However, this has a significant side effect; it can cause dizziness for three days after just one use, so I rarely use it."

Those around them were stunned.

Kentaro Minami scratched his spiky hair, as if he wanted to say something, but then swallowed it back, his face full of existential doubt.

Oishi looked at Mochizuki Ryo with surprise, then whispered to Tezuka beside him, "Tezuka, is what he said true? Is it really possible for someone to hit a shot like that?"

Tezuka didn't speak, but gave Mochizuki Ryo a deep look, his brown eyes filled with a hint of inquiry.

"That's amazing!" Sengoku jumped up and down excitedly. "Are there any other rumors? Like, some people say you can predict the future, is that true?"

"This?" Wang Yueling leaned closer and lowered her voice, "I can only foresee a little bit. I can't say too much, or I'll be punished by the heavens."

"I understand, I understand!" Sengoku nodded vigorously, looking like he understood. "It's a secret, you know! Lucky! I'm so lucky to meet you in person today!"

"Oh right! I remember now, someone also said you can talk to animals, and you have a personal black cat that gathers information about various schools. Is that true?"

Atobe, listening nearby, felt a vein throbbing in his forehead. He knew that letting Mochizuki Ryo explain herself would only make things worse.

"That's true too."

Wang Yueling nodded, her face showing no sign of guilt. "I grew up on a manor in France, surrounded by many animals. Over time, I naturally learned to understand what they were saying. I was even the leader of a monkey troop."

"That's amazing!"

Sengoku's mouth dropped open, his face filled with disbelief. "Then can you teach me how to talk to animals? I have an orange cat at home that never talks to me."

"That depends on talent."

Wang Yueling said seriously, "Not everyone has this ability. But if you want to learn, I can teach you a few simple cat phrases."

"Really? That's great!" Sengoku was so excited he almost jumped up.